Falling and crashing

I glance out, the window frosted. I peer down, it’s twelve stories. A direct plunge to the ground, if head first, you’ll most likely die a second faster. I reach out ,to feel the wind and the gush of blood to my head. I feel the wind sweep against my hair, just like how they sweep the leaves on the pavement. A direct , smooth and vigorous rush to the end. Small globules of perspirations start trickling down my chin. Promptly arriving to an end as it plunges downwards. A second later, the clouds grew in appetite and brought pandemonium, the roaring of “celestial lions and dragons” as well as the angry gods above. Or perhaps, or perhaps, its just Jesus Christ blasting his Christian rock with his newly bought Bose speakers(pardon the pun). I pause for another second, during that second, the tiny drizzle’s beckons their savage brothers with a ear-splitting drum beat. I couldn’t even twitch, all I could do is watch. Sitting helplessly as the heavy raindrops drove against the my window like liquid kamikazes. The foul weather’s putting a dent to my spirit,life and morale. - This is life my dear, this is where people fuck up and become a screwed bitch. Its all about falling and crashing.